Young Master Vance Has An Enchanting Wife!-Chapter 163: He Did It on Purpose

"Will you do it or not? It’s beneficial for you too, don’t forget you’re openly against Arthur Vance now. When he recovers, you’ll suffer sooner or later."

To force Victor Grant to cooperate with her, May Morgan had to involve him too.

How could Victor Grant not know who Arthur Vance is? From the moment he came to Zenith Villa with his men to protect May Morgan, he knew he and Arthur Vance could only be enemies from then on.

"Sure, but sis, how much of a reward will you give me?" Victor Grant’s eyes shifted, revealing his business nature.

"Alright, whatever amount you say is fine."

First, deceive him; after all, May Morgan had no money, and a dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water.

Victor Grant thought about it carefully, surprisingly nodded agreeable: ’Alright, keep my number, call me whenever you need me.’

"Great!" Finally convincing Victor Grant, May Morgan’s originally troubled heart felt somewhat relieved.

She wasn’t necessarily against Vincent Vance, but she wanted an explanation from him. If he could clarify things, she could let it go. Otherwise, don’t blame her for being impolite.

Butler Lawson was nearly beaten to death by them. She couldn’t believe Arthur Vance would swallow this evil. Instead of waiting for them to attack again, it’s better to strike first, giving him a head-on blow. Even if it can’t be fatal, it can suppress his arrogance.

In the evening, May Morgan went down for dinner alone. Vincent Vance hadn’t returned, although he said before leaving that she shouldn’t wait for him for dinner, yet May Morgan decided to give him a call.

When he left, Vincent was angry, so if she doesn’t call him out of anger, their conflict will only worsen, and he might not return all night.

And May Morgan hoped the issue with the videotape could be resolved tonight.

After making the call, Vincent didn’t answer immediately. It took a full minute before the call was connected, but it wasn’t Vincent, it was Logan Vance’s voice: "May, my brother is talking to Grandpa in the study, he hasn’t come down yet. What’s up?"

"Oh, it’s nothing. I made dinner here, just calling to see if he’s coming back to eat." Hearing Vincent was at the Vance Residence, May Morgan’s heart instinctively sank.

He wouldn’t easily go to the Vance Residence unless delivering something. Then, what could be so important for him to deliver personally?

Maybe, it’s those videos he got from her?

"They’ve made dinner at the Vance Residence too, don’t wait for him. Eat first yourself, he might eat there before coming back," Logan kindly advised May Morgan.

May Morgan bit her lip and suddenly stubbornly said to Logan: "Then I’ll wait for him. If he doesn’t come back to eat, I won’t eat either. Anyway, I’m not hungry."

Logan, hearing this, felt a bit sorry for May Morgan and advised: "Why do that? My brother may be talking to Grandpa until late. It’s unnecessary to wait for him."

"He’s my husband. I say it’s necessary, then it is. Please tell him when he comes out, if he doesn’t come back for dinner, I’ll keep waiting at the table."

Seeing May Morgan’s stubbornness, Logan couldn’t help but sigh helplessly: ’Alright, I’ll go check and urge him to come back soon.’

"Okay, thank you."

After hanging up Logan’s call, May Morgan truly sat at the dining table, refusing to eat even a grain of rice. In fact, she was really hungry. Since smelling that piece of Fragrant Bone Wood brought back by Vincent, she kept vomiting. She went to the bathroom several times that afternoon, almost wanting to vomit bile. Though she ate some snacks later, they didn’t help. Eat and vomit, vomit and eat, she felt this pregnancy was very tough.

Every time after vomiting, she started overthinking about Vincent’s betrayal. The more she thought about it, the more suffocated she felt inside, and the less she wanted this child.

A child should be a crystallization of two people’s love. But if one side’s heart isn’t sincere, what’s the point of having the child?

The servant nearby, feeling uncomfortable watching, came to persuade her to eat something: "Young Madam, you should eat a little. You have a baby, you can’t starve yourself."

May Morgan turned to look at the servant, realizing it wasn’t Aunt Miller who usually looked after her, casually asked: "Where is Aunt Miller? Why isn’t she here?"

The servant quickly replied: "She seems to have resigned, something urgent at home, packed up and left this afternoon."

"So urgent?" May Morgan thought for a moment, then asked further: ’Did she inform Vincent before leaving?’

"Seems like she did. The young master agreed. Otherwise, how dare she leave? She even left without taking this month’s salary."

Hearing this, May Morgan nodded, then suddenly became interested and asked that person: "By the way, how much is your monthly salary?"

Because the servants of Zenith Villa were transferred over from the Vance Residence, and the salaries weren’t managed here, all handled by Butler Lawson. But in such a big household, the servants’ salaries must be high.

"For us ordinary servants, the salary is fifteen thousand a month. But Aunt Lawson, who has been at the Vance Residence longer and directly looks after you, her salary is like twenty thousand, I think, not sure."

"So do you have a deposit at the Vance Residence? Like if you make a mistake, there will definitely be a penalty?"

"Of course, we usually have one month held, one month paid. Meaning, if we leave without notice or make a mistake, at least two months’ salary will be deducted."

May Morgan silently calculated, one held, one paid, according to Aunt Miller’s salary, that’s over forty thousand held by Butler Lawson at the Vance Residence. The combined cost of the lost camera and phone didn’t even total ten thousand. Even if she wasn’t good at arithmetic, Aunt Miller wouldn’t be so shortsighted to do such an unprofitable thing, right?

Besides, just because she said there was something urgent at home, was there really something? Vincent didn’t verify, just approved?

So, there’s only one answer, Vincent wanted to pin the blame on this Aunt Miller.

Anyway, it’s an innocuous scheme. Vincent must have thought, with her temperament, she’ll surely downplay the issue and let it go, not pursue it further. By then, Vincent will have an explanation for the old master, and Aunt Miller will have gotten some money. What a good deal, two birds with one stone.

The more May Morgan thought about it, the more distressed she felt, so distressed she could scarcely breathe. If she weren’t still seething with anger at Vincent, she really would want to walk away and never return.